Chapter 33: Fake Piano

The shop attendants all swooned and some of them nearly fainted.

I was almost one of them until I remembered to breathe. 

Danté had a broad satisfied smile pulling at the corners of his lips, as he gently slid the ring onto my finger. Of course that too fit perfectly.

He squeezed my hands in his and I found myself staring too deeply into his eyes.

"We better get going," Danté said. "Those wedding photos won't take themselves."

"Yeah, you're right," I replied as he let go of my hands. My heart almost ached mournfully at the loss of the warmth his hands had brought to mine.

I wanted to get off the step I was standing on, before Samantha could stop me, "Wait, you'll need some help---!"

But it was too late as the heavy trail of the dress made me slip and gravity pulled me towards the floor.